from Error Season

Sinking, singing
I pray to become more specific
Leathery wings rub the blue
Wind carries a hawk across the valley
In an adjacent field
I become the weather
clumsy flight pattern winnowing
I haven’t a drum
or even a voice to join in
soothing the air
I land between milkweeds
limbs outspread
I wait for their antennae to prod to
possess me

Ari Wolff’s poems have appeared in Vinyl, The Offing, [PANK], Whiskey Island, Hinchas de Poesia, and more. She lives in the Hudson Valley where she works as an educator and community organizer. You can find her online at ariwolff.work.